A Weekend of Chaos… (part 1)
I was at work, it was about 1:15 am the morning of the 19th, when Tina (aka. Mz Chaos) called me via my cell phone. Her first words weren’t “Hi” or anything remotely like that… her first words were… “Guess what! I’m not on a train!”
She then proceeded to tell me she had made it to town, was comfortably settled in a room and that her first priority was taking a shower and changing clothes. She’d see me later after I got off of work.
On the way to the motel, I bought her a large cup of coffee as per request. From previous phone conversations, I learned she takes her coffee the same way I do so it was no trouble adding the cream and sugar to her liking. At the motel I retrieved my bag of toys before exiting my vehicle. I wasn’t sure if I would be using them this soon in the meeting, but I sure was hopeful.
I knocked at the door and was told it was open. Tina was stretched across the bed watching a movie. She was wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of black capri-type pants (for the sake of future clothing references, let me say that except for one pair of “blue” jeans, she wears only black), and her feet were bare.
Not only was I very happy to see her, to finally meet Mz Chaos in person, but those feet were even better looking in reality than they were in any pictures she had posted on the forum (or sent privately), and I smiled and considered myself a very lucky man.
I set down my bag of toys and carried her coffee over to her and sat down beside her. Still stretched out, she took the cup, sipped from it, pronounced it perfect and set the cup down on the nearby bed table. Looking down, I noticed that one of her bare feet were right there next to my hand. Not wanting to waste any opportunities, and also curious as to just how ticklish she might be, I “accidently-on-purpose” brushed my fingers along her foot. She gasped, giggled and tucked her foot under one of the pillows. I was pleased to see that she was indeed ticklish, but wondered just how things were going to go if she was already acting reluctant to being tickled.
We sat and talked for a little, getting reacquainted and soon were talking like two old friends. It didn’t take long for us to become comfortable with each other. But then, we do talk frequently on the phone and it was just a matter then of getting to know each other face to face.
After a bit I asked if she wanted to play and she said yes. I told her to change and get into something more comfortable. She rooted around in her bag and went into the bathroom to change. While she was in there, I stripped the bed and set up the restarints, running ropes under the mattress and attaching the wrist and ankle cuffs.
She came out of the bathroom wearing a sleeveless spandex sport top and a pair of shorts. I saw a flicker of apprehension when she saw the bed with rope and cuffs at the ready, but she put her clothes away and sat on the bed. I again sat beside her and administered a few playful tickles to her sides. I was rewarded with jumps, twitches and giggles. She wasn’t pulling away this time. I figured it was time to get down to some serious fun so I had her lay down on the bed. Not knowing if there were other people in the neighboring rooms, I tied her face down and reminded her that she had to be a little quiet just in case.
As I put her wrists in the cuffs, I whispered in her ear, teasing her and telling her how and where I was going to tickle her. Then I restrained her ankles. She was then face down and spread eagled and totally helpless. I asked her if her feet were ticklish, and in her smartass way she said no. Of course, I told her that I would just have to see for myself.
Once I had those feet restrained and at my mercy, that was it. Mz Chaos has posted before and many times of how ticklish her feet are and I got to see for myself just how ticklish they really are. As I said folks… her feet are off the charts ticklish. I enjoyed myself throughly, running my fingers up and down her soft soles, sliding them between her toes and lightly scratching the heels, arches and balls of her feet, and tickling the tops. Although I discovered that her left foot is more ticklish than her right, I never found a place on her feet that wasn’t sensitive and very ticklish. Every touch, no matter how light, drove her nuts!
I reached down in my “toy” bag and for the next fifteen minutes or so, teased and tortured her with every gadget I had. To my surprise, I got a terriffic reaction out of each and every one of them.
I decided to give her poor feet a break and turned to give the rest of her a workout. She had confided to me in our phone talks that she wasn’t sure if her sides were ticklish, nor did she think that her underarms were either. Boy, was she surprised! The shirt she was wearing was thin and of the kind of material that let my fingers slide. I counted each and every rib while she struggled and giggled. Her underarms were just as ticklish as was EVERY other place I touched.
In fact, during the weekend of multiple tickle sessions, the ONLY spots I found on her that wasn’t ticklish, were the backs of her wrists. At one time, while I ran my fingers lightly up and down her bare arms, I brushed them lightly over her elbows and heard the giggling reaction of “Oh my God! Not there too!”
I attacked her feet once more before calling a halt. I still had errands to run, and had to get home to nap, shower, change clothes and finish loading the gear for the camping we would be doing that weekend.
After I picked Tina up at the motel, we stopped for lunch and then headed out on the forty-five minute drive to the campgrounds. She took off her moccassins, loosened her seatbelt, turned in her seat and placed her feet in my lap. She was wearing knee high nylons and after a brief tickle with them still in the stockings, I slowly removed them and started running my fingers over her feet, not missing one ticklish inch.
She giggled and laughed but I was surprised that even though her feet were as ticklish as they were, she never tried to pull them away. Well, I can’t say never. I played a game with her where I would furiously scrabble my fingers over her soles whenever we would meet an oncoming car. Of course, these tickles lasted from the time the other car was a quite a few car lengths away until it had passed us, and I’d do it again at red lights. She really hated those red lights. I had to hold her ankles during these times but I think it was more reaction than trying to get away.
The entire time, she giggled and squirmed in her seat and had a death grip on the headrest and the “oh shit” strap.
The next opportunities came after we had set up the tent but before anyone else had arrived. We had a small session then. That’s when I found that the creases of her legs were extremely ticklish and when she found out that her belly and hips were ticklish as well.
Later, after others had arrived, we were sitting in my two person folding chair under the awning outside of the tent. She thought she was being cute teasing me by sitting there with her feet propped up, wriggling her feet and flexing her toes while she read a book I had loaned her. I reached over quite a few times and gave little tickles, enjoying her twitching, gasping, and giggling. Twice, I grabbed her ankles and while I was really tickling them, I looked up to see one of the other campers watching me as I tickled her. It made me wonder if he was a member here on TMF. I was almost tempted to call out and have him join me but was selfish. I wanted those lovely feet all to myself.
That evening, we made a pizza run. Again, she loosened her seat belt, turned in her seat and placed her feet in my lap. Well, I wasn’t about to turn that down! I removed her hose, and tickled her feet for the whole fifteen minute drive into town. She put her moccassins on long enough to go in with me to order the pizzas, but took them off again once we were back in my vehicle for another foot tickling session while we waited for the pizzas to be done. Of course, it wasn’t ALL foot tickling. Her lower legs and knees are sensitive too (another surprise for her) and she gives great responses when those are tickled. It was twenty minutes until the pizza’s were ready and I tickled her for the entire time. She kept watching the clock and in between giggles and gasps kept asking if the clock was working properly. I tickled even harder and faster when the people who owned the cars parked on either side of us came out of the restaurant and were getting into their vehicles. I went in alone to get the pizzas when they were ready (saving her from having to put her moccassins back on, then I tickled her feet all the way back to the campgrounds.
Once back at the campgrounds, I retrieved my folding chair and grabbed a sleeping bag to warm and cover us (and to hide the fact that I was tickling her left foot while it was in my lap). I loved the public tickles. I’d pull her toes back, making the skin of the sole taut and would run my fingers up and down them while she tried and mostly failed to keep her composure. I was kind though and would mainly wait until a joke was told, but not always.
I found that not only was Mz Chaos a most willing ‘Lee, but a good Sub as well. At one point as we sat there, surrounded by people, I told her, under my breath, to spread her toes. I wanted to tickle in between them and get at the bases. Her first respose was almost priceless.
“Huh?” she asked.
“I said, spread… your… toes.” I said, not loud enough for any but the two of us to hear. Her eyes widened, but after the smallest of whimpers, she complied and spread her toes. Smiling to myself, I slid my fingers around and among her long slender toes. Her foot jerked under my touch and I heard a soft chuckle. This was turning out to be a great weekend. We sat there for quite awhile before everyone called it a night and started turning in.
In the tent, I had set up a queen sized air mattress that has its own frame. This makes it much like a regular bed with the exception of having excellent framework beneath it to allow for the tying of restraints.
Before I tied her this time, I laid down next to her on the bed to her left side, and pinned her left arm beneath my body. With my right hand I held her right wrist above her head and started tickling her ribs and belly with my left hand. I cautioned her against noise because of the proximity of our camping neighbors. I could tell that having to supress her laughing was having a wonderful effect, maybe even enhancing the tickling feelings.
I must admit that I consider Tina to be attractive. She has beautiful eyes and a great smile. In the heat of the moment, I got carried away by her closeness and the tickling and before I could stop myself, I leaned over and kissed her while I tickled her. She was surprised by this, but she didn’t turn her face away and even returned my kisses amid the giggles.
I was having a good ol’ time tickling away at her ribs and belly when she started calling me names. Well, that just made things worse for her and I retaliated by tickling her underarms. Between gasps and giggles and trying to get away from my fingers, I heard her call me a “frog fucker.” I had never heard that term used before and it was all I could do to keep from laughing. By far it was, and still is, my favorite among all the names she called me that weekend. But, I couldn’t let it go unpunished no matter how funny and cute I may have thought it to be, and immediately released her hand and dove for the creases of her legs where the thighs meet the body. I pinned her upper body beneath me and threw my leg over hers to prevent her from folding them or wriggling away from the intense tickling.
After this and a few more foot tickles, I tied her face down (leaving her arms free this time and tying the feet together instead of at the corners of the bed). I reminded her against too much noise because the neighboring camper had pitched his tent just fifteen feet away. But, this doesn’t mean I went easier on her. Not a chance. I tickled her just as much as I would have if we had been alone and in the middle of nowhere.
She thrashed and giggled into the pillows as I tickled her feet, the backs of her knees, her sides, her underarms and pretty much everywhere that was accessable to my fingers. I even reached around and tickled the creases of her leg where she is the most ticklish. She went nuts when I tickled her there. Her feet are very ticklish, but those creases are a lot more ticklish than her feet.
I loved sliding my fingers over feet that were the softest and smoothest that I had ever felt. Nowhere was there a rough spot, or a callus, or dryness of any kind. Oh my God they were awesome! I thought she was going to go through the roof of the tent when I sucked her toes one at a time into my mouth. I started with the big toe and gave it attention before moving on to the next toe, and then the next until I had tickled around and between each one with my tongue. Her giggles intensified, as did her pleading when I slowly and softly scraped my teeth along one and then another as I slipped them from my mouth before going on to the next toe.
Her feet were also treated again to the various stimulus created by the variety of toys in my bag, some of which are feathers, a hair brush, a vibrating dental tool called a “hummingbird” and an electric toothbrush. I took great pleasure in testing each one on the different parts of her feet and noting the best responses each one produced and where they were the most effective. And to think she didn’t think a feather would effect her that much. After all, I still had two more nights with these feet and I wanted to make the most of the time I had left.
Over the phone and in person, Tina’s voice, including her laughs and giggles, is deep, warm and even a bit husky (a tone I compare to Kathleen Turner’s) but while being tickled, her voice and her laughs and her giggles become higher pitched and a bit frantic sounding at times. Those tickling giggles were music to my ears.
Not only is Mz Chaos very very ticklish, but she enjoys it! Even though the sessions were peppered with begging and pleading (and insults and cussing), not once was she the one who called a halt to things. In fact, the pleadings and beggings were more about where NOT to tickle her. But of course, that’s exactly where I WOULD and DID tickle.
That last session of the day lasted a good hour and a half if not longer. Had it not been for the busy morning that lay ahead the next day, I’m sure it would have lasted twice as long as it did.
This same woman who professes to be an insomniac, had no trouble going to sleep that night nor the night that followed, but that’s another day and another part of the story.
(to be continued…)
I was at work, it was about 1:15 am the morning of the 19th, when Tina (aka. Mz Chaos) called me via my cell phone. Her first words weren’t “Hi” or anything remotely like that… her first words were… “Guess what! I’m not on a train!”
She then proceeded to tell me she had made it to town, was comfortably settled in a room and that her first priority was taking a shower and changing clothes. She’d see me later after I got off of work.
On the way to the motel, I bought her a large cup of coffee as per request. From previous phone conversations, I learned she takes her coffee the same way I do so it was no trouble adding the cream and sugar to her liking. At the motel I retrieved my bag of toys before exiting my vehicle. I wasn’t sure if I would be using them this soon in the meeting, but I sure was hopeful.
I knocked at the door and was told it was open. Tina was stretched across the bed watching a movie. She was wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of black capri-type pants (for the sake of future clothing references, let me say that except for one pair of “blue” jeans, she wears only black), and her feet were bare.
Not only was I very happy to see her, to finally meet Mz Chaos in person, but those feet were even better looking in reality than they were in any pictures she had posted on the forum (or sent privately), and I smiled and considered myself a very lucky man.
I set down my bag of toys and carried her coffee over to her and sat down beside her. Still stretched out, she took the cup, sipped from it, pronounced it perfect and set the cup down on the nearby bed table. Looking down, I noticed that one of her bare feet were right there next to my hand. Not wanting to waste any opportunities, and also curious as to just how ticklish she might be, I “accidently-on-purpose” brushed my fingers along her foot. She gasped, giggled and tucked her foot under one of the pillows. I was pleased to see that she was indeed ticklish, but wondered just how things were going to go if she was already acting reluctant to being tickled.
We sat and talked for a little, getting reacquainted and soon were talking like two old friends. It didn’t take long for us to become comfortable with each other. But then, we do talk frequently on the phone and it was just a matter then of getting to know each other face to face.
After a bit I asked if she wanted to play and she said yes. I told her to change and get into something more comfortable. She rooted around in her bag and went into the bathroom to change. While she was in there, I stripped the bed and set up the restarints, running ropes under the mattress and attaching the wrist and ankle cuffs.
She came out of the bathroom wearing a sleeveless spandex sport top and a pair of shorts. I saw a flicker of apprehension when she saw the bed with rope and cuffs at the ready, but she put her clothes away and sat on the bed. I again sat beside her and administered a few playful tickles to her sides. I was rewarded with jumps, twitches and giggles. She wasn’t pulling away this time. I figured it was time to get down to some serious fun so I had her lay down on the bed. Not knowing if there were other people in the neighboring rooms, I tied her face down and reminded her that she had to be a little quiet just in case.
As I put her wrists in the cuffs, I whispered in her ear, teasing her and telling her how and where I was going to tickle her. Then I restrained her ankles. She was then face down and spread eagled and totally helpless. I asked her if her feet were ticklish, and in her smartass way she said no. Of course, I told her that I would just have to see for myself.
Once I had those feet restrained and at my mercy, that was it. Mz Chaos has posted before and many times of how ticklish her feet are and I got to see for myself just how ticklish they really are. As I said folks… her feet are off the charts ticklish. I enjoyed myself throughly, running my fingers up and down her soft soles, sliding them between her toes and lightly scratching the heels, arches and balls of her feet, and tickling the tops. Although I discovered that her left foot is more ticklish than her right, I never found a place on her feet that wasn’t sensitive and very ticklish. Every touch, no matter how light, drove her nuts!
I reached down in my “toy” bag and for the next fifteen minutes or so, teased and tortured her with every gadget I had. To my surprise, I got a terriffic reaction out of each and every one of them.
I decided to give her poor feet a break and turned to give the rest of her a workout. She had confided to me in our phone talks that she wasn’t sure if her sides were ticklish, nor did she think that her underarms were either. Boy, was she surprised! The shirt she was wearing was thin and of the kind of material that let my fingers slide. I counted each and every rib while she struggled and giggled. Her underarms were just as ticklish as was EVERY other place I touched.
In fact, during the weekend of multiple tickle sessions, the ONLY spots I found on her that wasn’t ticklish, were the backs of her wrists. At one time, while I ran my fingers lightly up and down her bare arms, I brushed them lightly over her elbows and heard the giggling reaction of “Oh my God! Not there too!”
I attacked her feet once more before calling a halt. I still had errands to run, and had to get home to nap, shower, change clothes and finish loading the gear for the camping we would be doing that weekend.
After I picked Tina up at the motel, we stopped for lunch and then headed out on the forty-five minute drive to the campgrounds. She took off her moccassins, loosened her seatbelt, turned in her seat and placed her feet in my lap. She was wearing knee high nylons and after a brief tickle with them still in the stockings, I slowly removed them and started running my fingers over her feet, not missing one ticklish inch.
She giggled and laughed but I was surprised that even though her feet were as ticklish as they were, she never tried to pull them away. Well, I can’t say never. I played a game with her where I would furiously scrabble my fingers over her soles whenever we would meet an oncoming car. Of course, these tickles lasted from the time the other car was a quite a few car lengths away until it had passed us, and I’d do it again at red lights. She really hated those red lights. I had to hold her ankles during these times but I think it was more reaction than trying to get away.
The entire time, she giggled and squirmed in her seat and had a death grip on the headrest and the “oh shit” strap.
The next opportunities came after we had set up the tent but before anyone else had arrived. We had a small session then. That’s when I found that the creases of her legs were extremely ticklish and when she found out that her belly and hips were ticklish as well.
Later, after others had arrived, we were sitting in my two person folding chair under the awning outside of the tent. She thought she was being cute teasing me by sitting there with her feet propped up, wriggling her feet and flexing her toes while she read a book I had loaned her. I reached over quite a few times and gave little tickles, enjoying her twitching, gasping, and giggling. Twice, I grabbed her ankles and while I was really tickling them, I looked up to see one of the other campers watching me as I tickled her. It made me wonder if he was a member here on TMF. I was almost tempted to call out and have him join me but was selfish. I wanted those lovely feet all to myself.
That evening, we made a pizza run. Again, she loosened her seat belt, turned in her seat and placed her feet in my lap. Well, I wasn’t about to turn that down! I removed her hose, and tickled her feet for the whole fifteen minute drive into town. She put her moccassins on long enough to go in with me to order the pizzas, but took them off again once we were back in my vehicle for another foot tickling session while we waited for the pizzas to be done. Of course, it wasn’t ALL foot tickling. Her lower legs and knees are sensitive too (another surprise for her) and she gives great responses when those are tickled. It was twenty minutes until the pizza’s were ready and I tickled her for the entire time. She kept watching the clock and in between giggles and gasps kept asking if the clock was working properly. I tickled even harder and faster when the people who owned the cars parked on either side of us came out of the restaurant and were getting into their vehicles. I went in alone to get the pizzas when they were ready (saving her from having to put her moccassins back on, then I tickled her feet all the way back to the campgrounds.
Once back at the campgrounds, I retrieved my folding chair and grabbed a sleeping bag to warm and cover us (and to hide the fact that I was tickling her left foot while it was in my lap). I loved the public tickles. I’d pull her toes back, making the skin of the sole taut and would run my fingers up and down them while she tried and mostly failed to keep her composure. I was kind though and would mainly wait until a joke was told, but not always.
I found that not only was Mz Chaos a most willing ‘Lee, but a good Sub as well. At one point as we sat there, surrounded by people, I told her, under my breath, to spread her toes. I wanted to tickle in between them and get at the bases. Her first respose was almost priceless.
“Huh?” she asked.
“I said, spread… your… toes.” I said, not loud enough for any but the two of us to hear. Her eyes widened, but after the smallest of whimpers, she complied and spread her toes. Smiling to myself, I slid my fingers around and among her long slender toes. Her foot jerked under my touch and I heard a soft chuckle. This was turning out to be a great weekend. We sat there for quite awhile before everyone called it a night and started turning in.
In the tent, I had set up a queen sized air mattress that has its own frame. This makes it much like a regular bed with the exception of having excellent framework beneath it to allow for the tying of restraints.
Before I tied her this time, I laid down next to her on the bed to her left side, and pinned her left arm beneath my body. With my right hand I held her right wrist above her head and started tickling her ribs and belly with my left hand. I cautioned her against noise because of the proximity of our camping neighbors. I could tell that having to supress her laughing was having a wonderful effect, maybe even enhancing the tickling feelings.
I must admit that I consider Tina to be attractive. She has beautiful eyes and a great smile. In the heat of the moment, I got carried away by her closeness and the tickling and before I could stop myself, I leaned over and kissed her while I tickled her. She was surprised by this, but she didn’t turn her face away and even returned my kisses amid the giggles.
I was having a good ol’ time tickling away at her ribs and belly when she started calling me names. Well, that just made things worse for her and I retaliated by tickling her underarms. Between gasps and giggles and trying to get away from my fingers, I heard her call me a “frog fucker.” I had never heard that term used before and it was all I could do to keep from laughing. By far it was, and still is, my favorite among all the names she called me that weekend. But, I couldn’t let it go unpunished no matter how funny and cute I may have thought it to be, and immediately released her hand and dove for the creases of her legs where the thighs meet the body. I pinned her upper body beneath me and threw my leg over hers to prevent her from folding them or wriggling away from the intense tickling.
After this and a few more foot tickles, I tied her face down (leaving her arms free this time and tying the feet together instead of at the corners of the bed). I reminded her against too much noise because the neighboring camper had pitched his tent just fifteen feet away. But, this doesn’t mean I went easier on her. Not a chance. I tickled her just as much as I would have if we had been alone and in the middle of nowhere.
She thrashed and giggled into the pillows as I tickled her feet, the backs of her knees, her sides, her underarms and pretty much everywhere that was accessable to my fingers. I even reached around and tickled the creases of her leg where she is the most ticklish. She went nuts when I tickled her there. Her feet are very ticklish, but those creases are a lot more ticklish than her feet.
I loved sliding my fingers over feet that were the softest and smoothest that I had ever felt. Nowhere was there a rough spot, or a callus, or dryness of any kind. Oh my God they were awesome! I thought she was going to go through the roof of the tent when I sucked her toes one at a time into my mouth. I started with the big toe and gave it attention before moving on to the next toe, and then the next until I had tickled around and between each one with my tongue. Her giggles intensified, as did her pleading when I slowly and softly scraped my teeth along one and then another as I slipped them from my mouth before going on to the next toe.
Her feet were also treated again to the various stimulus created by the variety of toys in my bag, some of which are feathers, a hair brush, a vibrating dental tool called a “hummingbird” and an electric toothbrush. I took great pleasure in testing each one on the different parts of her feet and noting the best responses each one produced and where they were the most effective. And to think she didn’t think a feather would effect her that much. After all, I still had two more nights with these feet and I wanted to make the most of the time I had left.
Over the phone and in person, Tina’s voice, including her laughs and giggles, is deep, warm and even a bit husky (a tone I compare to Kathleen Turner’s) but while being tickled, her voice and her laughs and her giggles become higher pitched and a bit frantic sounding at times. Those tickling giggles were music to my ears.
Not only is Mz Chaos very very ticklish, but she enjoys it! Even though the sessions were peppered with begging and pleading (and insults and cussing), not once was she the one who called a halt to things. In fact, the pleadings and beggings were more about where NOT to tickle her. But of course, that’s exactly where I WOULD and DID tickle.
That last session of the day lasted a good hour and a half if not longer. Had it not been for the busy morning that lay ahead the next day, I’m sure it would have lasted twice as long as it did.
This same woman who professes to be an insomniac, had no trouble going to sleep that night nor the night that followed, but that’s another day and another part of the story.
(to be continued…)
